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[HitchingARide]

September 30th
Turing thirteen. For most kids, it was a good thing. Becoming a teenager instead of being referred to as a child, or at best, tween. A later bedtime.

But if you were about to turn 13 in Mary’s Corner, a small town hidden away in a valley in the western quarter of America, it was the worst time ever. At least, it was for boys. For girls, the darkness that the boys faced wasn’t a problem.

I would turn 13 tomorrow, October 1st. As if that wasn’t bad enough, tomorrow is also my first day of Middle School. I’ll be starting seventh grade. Going to a new school along with the kids I was in 6th grade with and those from the other elementary school.

What’s so special about a town that nobody ever heard of and few people have ever visited? Let me tell you. It is known here in Mary’s Corner as Birth Month. On the month a boy turns 13, a whole set of rules kick in that will apply for the entire month. First, starting tomorrow, I will be naked for the rest of the month. Except in school, where I will wear a jock strap, shoes, and socks. Nothing else. Covering up is not allowed and getting caught doing so will result in a punishment. Also, for the entire month, I will only be allowed to jack off if I have a girl between the ages of 12 and 15 watching. Again, getting caught violating this rule require a punishment. A whole lot else was going to happen, but those are the worst things.

Mom came to my bedroom as I was getting ready for bed. With her was one of my sisters, Gale, my twin. She was smiling as she peeked around our mother and looked at me.

“You don’t need those,” Mom said to me, referring to the pajamas I had just put on. “You have to be naked starting at midnight. If you wear those to bed, you will start out tomorrow with a penalty, and you don’t want that.”

I might have asked Mom to lie and not report me, but Gale was right there and there was no way she would allow it to pass. I started to get into bed where I could remove the bottoms of my pajamas under the covers.

“Ken, I brought Gale so that you can start getting used to being seen naked. She’s your twin, she has seen you naked every day up until you both turned six. Starting at midnight, you will be naked for the entire month. Take the pajamas off before getting under the covers. It will be worse tomorrow if you don’t.”

Leave it to Mom to point out another problem with my birthday. Why did I have to be born on a month that had 31 days? Why not February? Or even if I’d been born 5 hours and 39 minutes earlier, my birthday would have been in September. Just 30 days naked.

I knew Mom wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I stood and turned my back to Mom and Gale. I was surprised that Mom didn’t make me turn around. I removed the bottoms and met her requirement of getting nude now. With my back to both of them, I pulled the covers back and was about to try and slip under them when one of them, probably Gale, pulled them all the way to the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry Ken, but you need to start getting used to it. You won’t be the only boy naked. I hear there are four of you this month. Including your best friend, Reed.”

Reed Anderson. He lived next door. And I’d seen him naked. We’d played strip poker a few times. Three months ago, he already had a bunch of hairs around his dick, and it was bigger than mine is now. Everyone, even Reed, was going to compare me to him.

Mom grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. My hands went over my dick, which was getting hard.
“See? You covered up. If you do that tomorrow, you know you will earn a punishment. You need to get used to this. Now move your hands and let Gale see you.”

I couldn’t avoid seeing the look on her face. Excitement. Enjoyment. Anticipation. And tomorrow, she’d get to see a boy she had a crush on naked. Joe Smith. He, Reed, Carl Nixon, and I all had our birthdays in October.

I pulled my hands back before Mom did it for me. My dick stuck up at an angle, pointing at the ceiling.

“Get used to something else now since you’ve already got an erection. Masturbate while Gale watches. You need to get used to this because it’s going to happen a lot during the month.” Mom let go of me and gently pushed me towards my bed.

“Don’t tease him,” Mom said to my sister. “You’ve seen other boys do this on their Birth Month. Help him to be more comfortable doing it while a girl watches. When he’s done, leave him.”

Mom gave me one last look before leaving and closing my door behind her.

Gale sat where our mom had pulled the covers down, preventing me from pulling them up and over me. “Come on, just do it,” she said. “You know you’re going to do it a lot in the next month, so get used to having me and other girls watch.”

Now, none of this was new to me or her. We were born here. We’d seen naked boys every day of the year all our lives. By the time she was ten they stopped turning her away from watching some of the things boys did. I was interested, but I was told I was too little until I was about eleven and a half.

But this was different. She was in my room, staring at my erection. Which by the way, had begun jerking around with each beat of my heart. And she wanted to watch me jack off, something nobody had ever seen me do.

“I’ll do it for you,” she said suddenly. She leaned forward, and before I could stop her, she had one hand wrapped around my dick. “Tell me how hard to squeeze.”

I wanted to cry. I was pretty close to doing it too. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that it was Wendy Smidt who had hold of my dick. Wendy was a couple of weeks older than me, and she had the prettiest eyes. Her hair was long and blond, and she… Damn, I could feel my orgasm starting. I couldn’t control it, and in minutes I was shooting cum all over my belly.

“Oh, you don’t make cum yet,” Gale said.

“What are you talking about?” I mumbled.

“Cum. A mixture of semen and sperm. But yours is white, meaning you don’t make sperm yet. You’d better hope that changes before the month is over.”

“Why?” I asked, rapidly getting more and more concerned. I hated it when she knew more than me, which was most of the time.

“Ask your friends,” she said as she got up. “You should go and shower and wash that off.” She left the room without another word. I thought about putting on pajamas to go to the bathroom, but Mom was right. Starting tomorrow, I wouldn’t be allowed to wear anything. I had to get used to it. Gale had already seen and touched me. Tomorrow our younger sister would have her chance.

[NudeBaG]

Great start and lots of promise, but a little confused by the boy cumming then being told he doesn’t cum yet?

[TeenFan]

Maybe the cum comment should have been the boys shoots clear liquid. It's cloudy white when more maturity kicks in.

Still, it's a bit young for most boys to be able to shoot anything. Thirteen years and six months is the average age, from what my research
showed me. However, a comparison and contrast with the friend next door will be interesting for Gale. Reed Anderson is going to get loads
of attention from the schoolmates.

I am curious how this tradition got started.

[HitchingARide]

As for not cumming, and comming, ejaculate was too big a word for his sister. He shot something, but she knew the color had meaning. Thus, her statement that he doesn't make cum.
The origin of the tradition? I didn't bother to think one up. As far as the kids in the story know (and maybe the parents as well) it has always existed.
Thanks for the comments.

[HitchingARide]

October 1st, 7 A.M.
I woke up suddenly as my covers were pulled from my body. Before I could do anything, Cece, my younger sister, jumped across my belly with her back to my face. A second later I felt her hand on my dick.

“Wow, it feels different that I thought it would,” Cece said. I could feel my dick getting hard as she gripped it. ‘Will I get to touch other boy’s things too?”

“Probably not,” Gale said. “Touching is allowed, but mostly only girls the same age as the boys and older get to touch them. Except for sisters and cousins.”

Cece was 10, but her birthday also was close. She’d turn 11 in November, around the middle of the month.

She released my dick and turned around. “Happy birthday, Ken. I like seeing your penis. I wish boys in my school had to be naked.”

“Okay girls, let him up,” Mom said from the door. “Breakfast is ready.”

The girls left, but Mom stayed behind. “First day is the hardest,” she said. “Remember, do not cover up. Come on down for breakfast.”

“I get to wear a jockstrap since it is a school day, right?” I asked hopefully.

“Only in school. You will put it on just before you go through the doors. And you have to remove it before you go outside unless it is a requirement for a gym class.”

There was no way to look upon this day except with a sense of total horror. At least I wouldn’t be the only one. Three other boys would be sharing my nightmare. It felt very frightening to walk down the hall and into the kitchen totally naked. And I had to concentrate on keeping my hands from covering my middle.

Dad had finished his breakfast and was drinking the last of his coffee. He made sure to only look at my face.

“Can I, uh, like get a ride to school today?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry, Ken. Any other time I might have said yes. But you have to accept that this is common. Yes, kids are going to see you. Most of them will laugh at you. But every boy, except for those with mental handicaps, manage to get through it. Just remember the two big things. Don’t…”

“Don’t cover, and don’t jack off unless a girl is watching,” I joined in.

I was hungry, and Mom had made a delicious breakfast, but I was too scared to eat much. I finally got up and cleaned my dishes. “I guess I’ll get going,” I said.

“It’s early,” Mom said. And, you’ll have to wait for the bus. Don’t you want to wait for Gale?”

“I was thinking of walking,” I said. Getting on a school bus totally naked was a horrifying thought.

“To get to school you have to pass Gardner Elementary. Kids will be in the playground. Are you sure you want to walk?”

I suddenly remembered two years back when a naked boy walked right past the fence of my elementary school. The kids, me included, all ran to the fence and looked at him. He covered up, and three girls reported him to the principal. Suddenly, the bus didn’t sound so bad.

A few minutes later the girls came in wearing their new school clothes. All I had was my shoes and socks. I wanted to die as Gale looked at me and smiled.

“Time to go, Ken.” As we headed towards the bus stop, Reed Anderson and his sister came out from the house next door. Like me, Reed had a jock strap in one hand. He looked as terrified as I was. He had a boner. At least my dick was soft, for now. But for the first time, I could see the difference between him and me. He had an inch of curly hairs forming a triangle around the base of his dick. And his dick looked longer too. I did my best to hide my shame as he and I walked together while our sisters walked in front of us.

“I watched Reed masturbate last night,” I heard Chloe say to Gale. She was Reed’s sister, and she was a year older than he and I.

“Ken was too scared, so I did it for him. He doesn’t make sperm yet.”

I saw Reed turn his head and look at me, but he didn’t say anything. I wanted to punch my sister for talking about it like it didn’t matter.

Three more girls and two boys waited at the corner. They were all smiling and watching as Reed and I approached.

I quickly became aware that the two boys, Luis and Andrew, were laughing and pointing at my crotch.

“Hey, Luis, look”, Andrew announced. “Ken doesn’t have any pubes.”

I had some, but not much. Not nearly as much as Reed had.

“Even hard, his dick is pretty small,” Andrew added. Then the girls told them to shut up and they turned away from Reed and me.

I wanted to thank the girls, but was too ashamed to even think, let alone talk. One of the girls would be starting ninth grade, the other two were in seventh along with Reed and me. The boys were both eighth graders. The girls never stopped looking at us. It was all I could do to not cover up.

The bus was worse. Girls didn’t hesitate to reach out and touch us as Reed and I passed. We took a seat in the middle of the bus. Two more stops, and then we’d be at school.

Walking up to a school I’d never been too was a scary enough prospect. But to do it naked was unthinkable. Somehow, I managed. At the door, dozens of girls stopped and watched as Reed and I put on the only article of clothing we were allowed to wear. Then we entered. We were directed to the auditorium.

Mr. Rose was there. Unlike the other students, Reed and I were told to go up on the stage. He told us that this was the only time where we could be naked in school, and that we should remove our jock straps until assembly was done.

One other naked boy, Joe Smith, was already there, His hands were doing their best to hide his dick, but it was obvious he had a boner. Behind him stood Randy Carter, another seventh grader. Randy was fully dressed, and holding Joe’s jock strap. As we climbed the steps up to the stage, Randy told Joe to tell us what was going to happen in front of the whole school.

“I have to blow him,” Joe said. He had tears running down his cheeks. “For covering up. Mr. Rose, the principal, approved it.”

As I removed my jockstrap, I’d been close to covering up myself, but this made me more conscious of what the penalty could be. I made sure to keep my hands behind my back.

“You have to stand facing the audience,” Randy told us.

As the last of the kids entered the auditorium, our fourth naked boy, Carl Nixon, was directed to the stage. Joe again had to tell Carl what he had to do. I couldn’t believe the principal would approve making a boy blow another in front of the entire student body.

“Welcome to a new school year,” Mr. Rose said as he came on stage and walked up to a microphone. “I’m sure most of you know our Birthday Boys, but for those who don’t, I’d like for them to introduce themselves. Starting with Joe, who had better get his hands where they belong before he adds to his troubles. Come up here, Joe and give us your name and the day you turn 13.”

It was unbelievably horrible as Joe made his way to the microphone. When he didn’t uncover, Randy pulled his hands behind his back. A stage light lit up as he approached the microphone.

“I’m Joe Smith, he all but whispered. “And I turn thirteen on the 18th of this month.”

“And you were covering up,” Mr. Rose said. “In case there is anyone who doesn’t know, tell the audience what punishment you earned for that.”

Poor Joe could only look at the floor. “I have to, uh blow, uh, provide oral sex to the one who reported me. That’s Randy Carter.”

Randy moved next to Joe and held up Joe’s jock strap. “He’ll get this back when he’s done.”

A loud cheer sounded from the audience. I knew that the month was hard for Birthday Boys, but I never would have made it to school if I had known it would be like this. I was far more frightened now than ever before.

Mr. Rose pointed at me. I froze for a second, but I knew it would be worse if I didn’t move. I stepped into the bright circle of light from the stage light and gave my age and that today was my birthday. Another loud cheer went up.

Reed went next, and Carl was last. Then Mr. Rose returned to the front.

“All of you had better know the rules regarding Birthday Boys. My punishments for mistakes made by you will be severe. If you don’t know what you can do, I recommend you do nothing until you educate yourselves. Joe Smith, it is time for you to pay the price for covering up.”

I wondered how the hell Randy was going to get a blowjob in front of the whole school. His birthday had been two months ago, so maybe he was used to being seen naked. He stood, near where Reed, me, and Carl stood and turned his back to the audience. He lowered the front of his pants just enough to let his dick escape and motioned for Joe to come forward.

“Do you know how to do it?” he asked.

“I didn’t. Mom asked me if I’d read the rule book, and I hadn’t. She made me practice on my brother. Two times. So, yeah, I know how to do it.”

Two things struck me. One, there was a rule book, and I didn’t even know it existed. And second, Joe’s brother was eleven. He’d had to blow Timothy twice.

I’m sure the audience felt cheated as they couldn’t see more than the top inch or so of Randy’s butt. But they could see Joe on his knees in front of Randy, and everyone knew what he was doing. The noise kept rising until Randy stiffened, which let his pans drop down, giving the audience a view of most of his ass. From my perspective, I could see Joe swallowing as Randy pumped cum into his mouth.

Randy quickly pulled his boxers and pants up and secured them. Then he went back to where the spotlight made a bright circle and made Joe stand there facing the entire school while he put his jockstrap on.

“Did you know there was a rule book?” I asked Reed as we pulled on our jock straps.

“Yeah. Didn’t you?”

“It was news to me,” I said.

“It is on the Mary’s Corner City Hall web page,” Carl told us. “And you’d better read it fast or you might have a much worse day than you expected.”

Mr. Rose was back in front of the microphone. “Today, classes will end 45 minutes early. Our four Birthday Boys will have their physicals out on the football field. Students are allowed on the field, but they may not interfere with the exams or they will be punished. No warning will be given. That is all, remember the rules as you head towards your home rooms.”

A physical? Again, it was news to me. Reed knew nothing as well, and Carl refused to tell us anything. My first day in hell was well under way, and it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

I had no idea where my homeroom was. Nor my schedule. Reed was no longer next to me, and I couldn’t see him anywhere. The crowds in the hallways were quickly diminishing. I saw Mr. Rose down the hall and headed towards him.

“Where’s my homeroom?” I asked.

“It isn’t my job to know everyone’s schedule,” he answered. “It is very important for you to know. And you’d better find out fast. As a Birthday Boy, you don’t want to run afoul of school policies for being tardy.” He turned and walked away.

My only hope was to head to the office. Once inside, I was one of a dozen boys and girls who apparently didn’t know their schedule or where to find it. I heard one of the two woman who were trying to help tell a girl, “If your parent gave us a phone number, it is on there. If not, it was mailed to your house.”

I had no idea if my mom had given my phone number or not, and it didn’t matter. Since I didn’t have any clothes, I had no place to put my phone, so I’d left it at home. As I waited in line, I heard the bell ringing in the hallway.

“Room 202,” the woman who looked up my schedule said. “Hang on a second while I print your class schedule. You’re already late, a few more minutes won’t make it worse.”

Two minutes later I had my schedule and headed upstairs. Fortunately, room 202 was right next to the stairs. I entered, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. My sister was on the left side middle of the room. I saw Reed sitting in the front row, an empty desk next to him.

“Kenneth Johnson, I suspect,” the teacher said. I nodded, and she pointed at the desk next to Reed. I took my seat.

“I am adding three days to your birthday month for being late,” she said. “Lucky you, you’ll get to join next month’s Birthday Boys.”

It drew some laughter, but not from me. Bad enough that my month had 31 days. Now it had been extended to 34 days. The bell rang.

“Perhaps one of you will be kind enough to inform Kenneth of what he missed,” the teacher said as we all got up.

“I thought you were right behind me,” Reed said as we exited the room. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know where to go, and then I couldn’t find you. I had to go to the office. I’ve got history next in room 118. What do you have?”

“Math.” We quickly compared schedules. We had gym and lunch together and that was it. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “Birthday Boys only have three minutes between classes.”

I saw the stairway was crowded with kids going up and down and made my way there. As I tried to hurry down the hall to where I thought room 118 was, I saw I’d gone the wrong direction. I turned, but two boys who were both older and bigger than me grabbed the straps that ran across my butt and pulled them up and tight. The jockstrap squeezed my balls and it felt like they were about to lift me off the ground.

“Hold still and wait one minute or we’ll hang you like this in a locker,” one of the boys said. They lessoned their grip and I the pain in my balls lessoned. It seemed like a long minute before they released me. I hurried down the hallway, which was still crowded with kids, and made my way to my history classroom.

The teacher looked at the clock as I entered and shook his head. “Two minutes late. Which Birthday Boy are you?” she asked.

“Ken Johnson. I’m sorry, but two boys held me up.”

“Not my problem. Birthday Boys complain about that all the time. Most of the time they are lying. But I will ask if anyone else saw them. If not, I’ll add three days to your month.”

I wanted to scream, swear, pound my fists on a desk. But I was wise enough to do none of those things. “I’m sorry, but I am telling the truth. Can’t you forgive me just today?”

“The purpose of the Birthday Boy program is to teach boys the difference between being a child and being a teen. Teens are expected to be willing to accept challenges and follow the rules. You needed to be here three minutes after the bell rang. You did not arrive until five minutes after. Are you questioning my right to punish you?”

“No, ma’am. I was just hoping for some mercy on my first day as a Birthday Boy at a new school.”

“Mercy is for those who deserve it. Where was your homeroom?”

“Room 202.”

“Right at the top of the stairs. It shouldn’t take you more than a minute and a half to get here from there. Yet it took you five. Do you think you deserve mercy? Should you be entitled to some?”

I could see I was fighting a losing battle and decided to end it before she made it a week instead of three days. Now I had 37 days to go.

[TeenFan]

Boy O Boy..boys blowing boys in front of the students.
The penalties are way worser than anyone might have guessed.

Not the typical type of story, that's for sure.

[HitchingARide]

October 1st, Noon
The rest of the day went about like the start. I was held in the hallway again in the afternoon, but at least the next teacher gave me a warning instead of adding time to my month. My last class was gym, where at least I’d be with Reed.

“We’ll be outside today, so you can leave your athletic supporters in the locker room,” the gym teacher said as we passed him by. I saw him glance at the clock to make sure that we had arrived in under three minutes.

Neither of us was in a hurry to get naked, so we waited as the room filled up. Twenty boys, including us. The other boys were changing into their gym uniforms. I noticed that a lot of them looked kind of shy about changing. I would have been too. I guessed that those boys hadn’t had their thirteenth birthday yet.

Outside, Reed and I now found that we were mixed with a girl’s gym class. The other boys pushed us closer to where the girls were. Reed and I warned each other not to cover up.

Both gym teachers came out together. “Today is a simple day,” the woman teacher began. “We are just going to do some stretches and then run three laps around the track. Everyone double up, boy, girl, boy, girl.”

I was doubled with Mia Connor, who liked being able to stand in front of me and watch as we both did the stretches her gym teacher gave us. My dick quickly grew hard, which wasn’t missed by any of the other kids close to us.

I’d never run naked before, and I quickly learned that running with a boner was not fun. It jerked wildly, sometimes a bit too hard. Reed was having the same problem, and we ended up finishing last.

Then it was shower time. Again, some of the boys were very reluctant to shower in a room with 20 other boys. Matt Glover told me I could jack off, that none of them would tell on us, but I didn’t believe him. I’d had enough punishment added today.

As the other boys dressed, the gym teacher came in. “Okay boys, the bell is going to ring in a few minutes. Johnson, you and Anderson can go right back out to where we were, you’re going to get your Birthday Boy physical. The rest of you can hang around in here or go and watch the physicals.

Not a single boy stayed behind. Since we were going right back outside, it meant that Reed and I had to be naked again.

The other two Birthday Boys showed up, and the area started filling up with our school mates.

The physical began somewhat ordinarily except for having an audience of around 300 kids. Our weight and height were taken and something called BMI was calculated from that. Then our balance was checked, and a doctor, a male one fortunately, inspected our bodies for unusual marks or signs. But then it started getting weird.

“I need to measure your penis,” the doctor said. “Both erect and soft. So, if you are hard now, step over here.”

All four of us were. He selected Joe Smith first. He looked down at Joe’s privates.

“Tanner stage 3,” he shouted out. I had no idea what that meant, but some of the eighth and ninth graders laughed.

Then he grabbed Joe’s boner and used a tape to measure the length and width. “Four and ¾ inches long, 0.75 wide. Next, he used something to measure Joe’s balls. Volume, 3.8 ml.”

“Next, you.” He pointed to Carl. He called out the numbers as he took the measurements. “Tanner 4. “Five and 1/8 long, 15/16 wide. Volume 4 ml.”

Then Reed. “Tanner 3. Four and 7/8 long, 1 inch wide, volume 4 ml.”

Finally, me. I realized that in a few minutes, every kid in school was going to know how big my dick was. I was horrified, as all three of the other boys looked bigger.

“Tanner 2.” He looked me in the eyes. “Maybe next month, you’re almost to a three.” I had no idea what that meant, but lots of kids were laughing. He started the measurements. “Four and 3/8 long, three quarters wide, volume 3 ml.”

He stood. “I need four girls to come and watch while the boys get rid of their erections.”

A dozen girls ran forward, my sister one of them. I was glad when she went to Carl. I ended up with Mia Conner, the girl I’d been partnered with in gym.

“Okay boys, I assume all of you know how to get the erections to go away. You have a girl watching, so none of you will be in violation of the rules.”

What? This can’t be. I’d been told to jack off in front of every kid in school. I couldn’t. Just couldn’t.

“I can do it for you if you’re scared,” Mia said. She didn’t even wait for a response. She reached out and grabbed me. This was worse than having my younger sister do it. I pushed her hand away and took control of things myself.

It took a while, but I did manage to shoot a little onto the grass and get my dick soft. I looked up. All eyes were on me as the other three boys had finished before I did.

The doctor started with me. “Two and a half,” he said. He moved over to where Reed stood. “Two and three-quarters.”

Joe was about the same, and Carl bigger yet. I had the smallest junk out of the three of us. And now everyone knew it. I wanted to fall into a deep hole and die there. Nothing could be worse than this. Nothing.

“Kenneth Johnson, you’re not done yet,” Mr. Rose said. I hadn’t even noticed he was around. “Today is your birthday. Over there.” He pointed to something I hadn’t noticed before. It was on the other side of the field, and to get there I had to pass through the crowd of kids. With Mr. Rose right next to me, none of them did anything except look.

Then I saw it. It could only be one thing. A machine designed for spanking.

“Don’t worry, this is just your birthday spanking. It hardly hurts. Punishment spankings are a lot worse.” He had me get between the two legs and bend over the padded bar. My wrists were secured, and I had to kneel on two pads that stretched my butt cheeks apart.

“Okay, fourteen strokes, set for a child. You’ll hardly feel it.”

That might be true, but with hundreds of kids my age or up to two years older watching, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Especially when I heard one boy say he could see my anus. I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it did make a lot of the kids move behind me.

Then the spanking started. Mr. Rose hadn’t lied. The paddle was huge, covering my whole butt. It hurt about as much as a single gentle slap from a hand. Thirteen more followed. By the last one, they were starting to sting, but not so much that I had to rub.

[HitchingARide]

October 1st, 3 P.M.
Once back at home, I hurried to my room and looked up the rule book. What I found bothered me. I could have asked to be paddled instead of having days added to my birthday month. If I had said to the boys who had held me back that they were violating rule 7, they were required to release me at once or face a punishment worse than mine. Others stuff that I’d wished I’d known. And then I saw the worst thing of all. Tanner values. A Tanner 2 was classified as a pre-adolescent, not an adolescent. And guidance that Tanner 1 and 2 boys should be held back from advancing past their Birth Month ceremony until they became adolescents. I was a Tanner stage 2 and my time in this hellish world wouldn’t end six days after the end of this month, it would continue until they determined that I was a Tanner 3.

I was about to exit the site, but then I saw a tab for other stuff, where I found two more things of interest. First, a link to my class schedule. Another thought hit me. Gale knew her schedule. She knew where to find it. And she hadn’t said a word about it to me.

The second thing I found was a guide on how to give good oral sex. It was only two paragraphs long, and I read them both, feeling horribly disgusted.

As I finished reviewing the stuff I found on the City’s website, she and Cece came to my room and entered without knocking. I was still angry, and was a bit rude to her. But I had a need, a really big need. I’d been hard most of the day. I was hard now with both of my sisters in my room looking at me. I needed to jack off.

“Okay, me and Cece will witness it,” Gale said. “Get started.”

I couldn’t do it seeing them watch, so I closed my eyes. I had a very short but extremely enjoyable orgasm. When I opened my eyes, neither of my sisters were there. I had a tissue full of cum, but did not have the required witness. I ran from my room to the room the two girls shared.

As soon as I entered, Gale looked at the tissue that was still in my left hand. She sniffed. “Did you play with yourself without having a girl watch?” she asked.

“You said you’d watch. You and Cece,” I roared. That attracted my mother, who stood in the doorway to my sister’s room.

“We haven’t seen you since you got home from school,” Gale said.

“Answer your sister’s question,” Mom demanded. “Did you masturbate outside of the rules?”

The evidence that I had was clearly clutched in my left hand. I had to admit that I had. “But Gale was there. She said she’d watch.”

“If that is true, why didn’t you stop when she left?”

“I, uh, didn’t want to watch them watching me. I closed my eyes.”

“Mom, me and Cece have not been in Ken’s room since we got home from school. He’s lying, trying to cover up because he knew he broke the rules.”

“How do you want to punish him,” Mom asked, looking at Gale.

There was only a slight hesitation. “First, I want to add a day to his Birth Month. He violated a rule and then lied about it. Second, I want to go next door. Cece can come too. He is to offer Reed oral sex. If Reed won’t let him, we’ll have to find a boy who will. Probably Carl Nixon.”

Yeah, I thought to myself. The boy she loves. She would really enjoy watching me blow him. But had Mom approved the extra day? If so, I’d earned seven extra days today alone.

“Dinner is in an hour. Go to the Anderson’s house. If Reed won’t do it, you’ll have to put this off until after dinner.” Mom turned away and left.

I had no choice. I had to go with my sisters. Mrs. Anderson answered the door and let us in. “Chloe is in Reed’s room,” she said and I was forced to lead the way.

Reed was naked, on his bed. I could smell cum.

“Tell him what you did, and why we’re here,” Gale ordered.

“I, uh, they tricked me…”

“If you insist on telling that lie one more time, you’ll be punished for that too,” Gale bellowed.

“I, uh, masturbated without a girl watching,” I all but whispered. “I have to blow, uh, offer you oral sex.”

“I just masturbated,” Reed said. He looked from one girl to another.

“Does that mean you’re refusing him?” Chloe asked her brother. She turned to Gale. “What happens if he does?”

“I’ll try to get Carl Nixon to let him do it. Otherwise, I’ll add more days to his Birth Month.”

“I didn’t say no,” Reed said, understanding that I was in trouble. “But I need some time to recover. An hour or more.”

“You have one chance to admit that is a lie or you’ll be going with them to Carl’s house,” Chloe challenged. “Are you saying you can’t cum twice in a row?”

I knew it was possible. I’d done it. It would just take longer. Reed looked at me. I could see he hated having to give his answer. We were friends, and he was about to say I could blow him with our sisters watching.

“Yeah, but it takes longer,” he confirmed. “And he can do it, if he wants to.”

Ahh, he threw the decision onto me. I sure as hell didn’t want to blow him. But it was better than doing Carl, so I leaned over his bed. A minute or so with my right hand got it semi-hard. Another minute in my mouth got it fully erect. And five minutes of sucking and using what I’d learned from the guide to giving good oral sex got him to shoot.

“Lose the anger towards me or you’ll have more problems,” Gale said as we left the Anderson’s house. “I will not hesitate to apply the worst rules to you. And trust me, I know them all.”

Mom and Dad had no sympathy for me. After dinner, I was given chores to do, and when those were done, I was told to go to the store and buy a specific product. I was given money for it. From the name, I knew what it was, and how much worse tomorrow was going to be.

Reed was just exiting the store as I entered. “Aisle 4,” he said to me as we passed.

The store was filled with customers, most of them adult women. It didn’t stop them from looking at me as I bought what I was there for.

Reed was in his front yard when I got home, along with Chloe and my two sisters. I was called to go to them.

“We couldn’t do this until after your physical, as the doctor needed to see how much pubic hair you had,” Chloe said. “Now that the physical is done, Birthday Boys are kept hairless. This will be repeated every two weeks until the your Birthday Month is completed.”

Compared to Reed, I was already almost hairless. It was going to show a lot more on him. But that didn’t mean I was okay with losing what I had. But like everything else, what I wanted didn’t matter. I stood next to him as the girls applied the cream everywhere below our necks. Afterwards, we were rinsed with a hose.

And we looked at each other as the girls laughed. Somehow, it made Reed’s dick look even bigger. But without the hair, he looked younger. I knew I looked the same

Welcome to the third level of hell, I thought to myself.

[HitchingARide]

October 15th
I was starting my third week as a Birthday Boy. In the first two weeks, I’d been spanked three times, once at a level 3 which hurt like hell. Spankings always drew a big audience. Worse yet, for swearing in school, I’d had six more days added to my Birth Month time, taking me to a total of 13 extra days.

Being naked all the time was becoming less embarrassing with each passing day, but I knew no matter how long this lasted, I’d never think that being seen naked by every girl in town would be normal.

Reed turned 13 on the 8th and had his birthday spanking, but he’d also been spanked two other times. But something new had developed. Since that day that I’d had to give Reed a blowjob, none of our sisters would watch us jack off. We were both getting more and more horny. We’d asked four girls in our grade to watch, but all refused. I’m sure our sisters had made sure they would.

So, we tried a couple of younger girls, starting with the sixth graders. Still no takers. Finally, Gale and Chloe told us that they would find girls to watch us masturbate if, and it was a very big if, we agreed to do a public 69.

“You’ll let everyone in school know when and where,” Chloe told us. “And, once either of you cums in your friend’s mouth, you will immediately stop sucking on the other and not allow him to have an orgasm.”

“What happens to the other boy?” Reed asked. I had the same question. Only one of us was going to get relief.

“A punishment you don’t want to have to accept,” Chloe promised.

“Or, he can just go ahead and jack off without a girl watching and suffer the penalty for that,” my sister added. “But it will be one of the worst ones. And he won’t get an offer to be allowed to jack off again this month.”

We were both so desperate, we both quickly agreed we had to do it.

The next day, we did all we could to let the entire school know where and when it was to take place. We agreed to do it in a small park not far from our houses. The crowd was sizable, I’d guess upwards of 75 kids, including several from the upper grades of the elementary school.

We got into position and got started. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to shoot and was wondering what Reed’s punishment would be when I realized that he wasn’t trying to make me cum. He was barely moving his lips and his tongue stayed under my dick.

I, on the other hand, had been giving him a blowjob, and before I could switch tactics, he began to shoot. He pulled his head back after the third volley, while I had to keep sucking him for three more bursts.

“You asshole!” I said as we separated.

“What did you call my brother?” Chloe shouted.

“Suck him off again,” Gale ordered me.

“No fucking way, he cheated. He wasn’t giving me a blowjob.”

“Two swear words and one of them was the F word,” Chloe pointed out.

“And he told me no to a perfectly legitimate order,” my sister added.

“No, wait, I was just angry. I’ll do it.” I knew I was in serious trouble.

“You bet you’ll do it,” Gale said.

“Wait, he’s right, I wasn’t making any attempt to make him cum,” Reed admitted. “He shouldn’t have to be punished.”

“Doesn’t matter if you tried or not,” Chloe stated. “You shot first. He lost, and then he broke several rules. If you don’t want him to suck you off again now, we’ll find someone who will let him do it. Even if nobody gets to watch.”

Reed knew they would pick someone I would hate doing more than him. He gave in.

As I got started, he whispered an apology, and said that when this was over, he would pay me back.

It helped to ease my anger at him, but I was still sucking on a dick that was barely hard. I think it took nearly ten minutes before I got him to shoot again.

Gale stood over me as soon as Reed stepped back. “You will be punished for the F word,” she began. “But all else can be forgiven if you do one thing.” She smiled at me. “Tomorrow you will ask Mr. Rose if you can attend the welcome meeting for all Birthday Boys on the first school day of every month for the rest of the year.”

School ended near the end of April. That would mean that every kid in school would see me naked again and again for the next six months. But I didn’t know what her original punishment was. It might have been worse. Then I thought, there was no harm in asking.

“What were you originally going to do if Reed shot first?”

“Continue to ask girls to not watch you masturbate. You would have had to do this again until you can exit the Birthday Boy process. It could be in a month, or longer.” She smiled. “I could still do it as another punishment, but I won’t if you go to Mr. Rose tomorrow morning and ask him to let you be on stage each month, AND, he agrees to it. Otherwise, we’ll have to have some other kind of an arrangement.”

I now needed to cum more than before this little episode. I had to find a way to do it without my sisters knowing. It would be hard, as they rarely left me alone. I couldn’t go to the bathroom, or shower, without one of them watching.

When we got home, Mom was on the back porch. She told the girls to go work on homework but told me to stay.

“I heard from Martha that Gale hasn’t let you masturbate for 11 days now. Is that true?”

Martha was Reed’s mother. I almost answered yes, hoping to make it sound worse than it was. But something about the way she asked it made me pause.

“No, not that long. Today is the eighth day, not the eleventh.”

“Good, I’m glad you answer that honestly. Go on over to the Anderson’s. Reed and Chloe will be expecting you.”

I had no idea what was up, but I did as I was told. Mom was right, they both were on the back porch as I arrived.

“If you want, I’m going to give you a blowjob,” Reed said. “Chloe will watch.”

I looked at him. He didn’t want to do it, so something else was up. “Look, I really need some relief, but you don’t want to do that and I’m not going to make you.”

“Our mom told him he had to because of what he did,” Chloe said. “And right about now, your mom is having a serious discussion with Gale. We kind of went to far on you guys. From now on, if you don’t get to masturbate and need relief, we are not allowed to keep either of you from doing oral sex with each other as often as you need it. We only need to supervise it.”

“I have to do it,” Reed mumbled. “With you, or with one of the other Birthday Boys. I’d rather it be with you, especially after what I did to you earlier today.”

“Okay,” was all I could think to say. And he actually did a pretty good job. My needs were finally met, at least for a day or two. I hoped we weren’t going to have to blow each other until the end of the month, but if so, it was better than not getting any relief at all.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely when it was done. With that, I turned and went back home.

That night, Cece came into my bedroom as I was about to go to bed. She sat across my knees and looked me in the eyes for several seconds, but didn’t say anything. Then she looked down at my groin and grabbed my dick.

“Tell me how to do it,” she said. “Gale will do it to you again when she wakes you up tomorrow.”

I coached her, and she made an effort to do it well. Good enough that it didn’t take long before I had another fairly good cum.

The next morning, Gale woke me by pulling off the covers and gripping my dick. She didn’t ask for instructions, but she did it pretty much as well as Cece had done, so I guessed they’d talked in their room. Then she watched as I showered.

Mom drove us to school so that we would have time to meet with Mr. Rose. She didn’t come in with us.

Gale nudged me as we stood facing him.

“Mr. Rose, I’d like permission to be onstage for each of the Birthday Boys Greetings for the rest of the school year.”

“No. Not without a good reason why you want to be there.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but my sister spoke up.

“He used the F word in front of a large group of people. It is a punishment he accepted for that.”

“Still no,” Mr. Rose said. But after a very short pause, he continued. “Unless he is a Birthday Boy. That is the only way he can be there.” He looked directly at me. “And that means that at midnight the night before, you are naked. Each month you will meet all the rules required for any Birthday Boy. In school that day you will wear only an athletic supporter and footwear.”

“Yes sir,” I said, hating it.

“And one more thing. You earned extra days for swearing in school. You don’t appear to be learning. I’m adding two more days for you using the F word.”

I swore in my head instead of out loud. That took me to 15 extra days. To the best of my knowledge, none of the other Birthday Boys had earned one yet.

“You also have to understand that no little boys complete their birth Month ceremony until they become a Tanner 3. Birthday Boys must get their birthday spanking. That means that you will have to stay for the physical. Unless the doctor declares you to be a Tanner Stage 3 or higher, you will remain a Birthday Boy until the next month and then try again. If he does make that declaration, you will still have to go to the spanking machine, and unlike your first time in it, for these days it will be set at level 2.”

It was worse than I’d imagined. Not only would every person in school see me naked each month for the entire school year, but they’d hear my measurements and watch me get spanked. But I didn’t dare argue.

“Yes sir,” I muttered.

“And remember, if you give any person a reason to punish you, it could result in more days being added.” He actually smiled at me as he said that, and I knew immediately that it was certain to happen. For now, I already knew that I was going to be a Birthday Boy for all of next month, as I’d been declared a preadolescent. I could only hope that next month my body would make whatever changes were needed for the doctor to declare me a Tanner 3.

Gale was very happy as we left the office. I was slowly getting used to being all but naked in school. The jock strap even helped to hide my erections. But little did I know that was about to change. The day went by normally. Or at least as normal as it can get when you are all but naked in school. But Mr. Rose was waiting at the exit doors. He motioned for Reed and I to stand aside. We waited. He also pulled Joe Smith over, and then finally, Carl Nixon. The four Birthday Boys for this month.

“The city and the schools have just approved a slight change in how the sixth grade does health classes,” he began. He looked at me. “Ken, tomorrow you will not come here in the morning. Instead, you’ll go to Gardner Elementary. You’ll be part of the lesson for the first two classes and then come here. You will be naked in class, and that has been approved.”

He looked next to Reed. “You will go there after lunch and be present for one class before coming back here for the rest of the day.”

He then gave similar instructions to Joe and Carl, only they were going to be going to Walker Elementary.

None of us were very happy with the plan, but of course, nobody but us cared what we thought of it.

The next morning, I was as scared as I had been the first day of my middle school. Cece walked with me, not by my choice. She even carried my jock strap and didn’t give it to me until we were right on the steps to the school.

She headed to class, and I to the office. I was told to go to room 114. “Mrs. Parker is expecting you.”

I went down the hall as herds of kids from six to twelve laughed and touched me. All of them were fully dressed while I had shoes, socks, and just a jock strap on.

I’d had Mrs. Parker in sixth grade, and she welcomed me back when I entered the room. Kids were just filtering in and she told me to just stand in front until she had attendance done. To my dismay, I saw that this was Cece’s first class.

“Now I know you learned a bit about the body parts last year in 5th grade, but here we have an opportunity to learn so much more,” Mrs. Parker began. “Ken Johnson is here to help us learn about the male body. Most of you have probably seen him by now, but just to be clear, this is a class room and he is here as kind of a teacher, so do not get carried away and misbehave or you will be sent to the office. And in case you are wondering, the school board and the city have approved this.” She stepped over to where I stood and looked at me.

“Ken, would you please remove your athletic supporter?”

Even though it was a question and she’d said please, it wasn’t an offer. I knew it to be an order. Wondering what horrors were planned for the morning, I slowly made my way to the front of the class. I could feel my dick pressing against the front of my jock strap as it began to harden.

I saw that every kid, boy and girl, was smiling and had an eager expression. I paused.

“Unless you want to end the day on the spanking machine, I suggest you take off the athletic supporter,” Mrs. Parker said. “Now!” she emphasized when I still didn’t move.

With trembling hands, I began to lower my only item of clothing. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal. After all, every kid in my school had seen me naked. And the jock strap could only be worn in school, so being naked was becoming somewhat normal. But this was different. This was a different school, and the kids in this class were all eleven and twelve years old. Here, I was to be a demonstration model, not just a Birthday Boy.

As the pouch came down, my dick came up. A full hard-on. It drew plenty of laughter, especially from the girls in the front row.

“Let’s start by reviewing what you should have learned last year.” Mrs. Parker used a pointer to touch the tip of my dick. “Gina, what is the proper name for this shiny, pink part?”

“That is his glans, Mrs. Parker.”

“Yes, good. “And this Andrew?” Her pointer moved and touched my dick, which jerked.

“His penis?” the boy said, hoping he had the right word for what I knew he wanted to call a dick.

“Yes.” Then Mrs. Parker used both hands on the tip of my dick to pull the skin apart. “And Cece, this tube that you can see here?”

“His urethra,” my sister proudly answered.

“Excellent. Well done, Cece.” Her hand moved to my balls.

“William, how about this?”

“Um, his balls?” the boy tried.

“The proper name please,” his teacher corrected him. He didn’t respond. “You should have learned this last year. April, do you know?”

“What you are touching is his scrotum, and inside are his testes or testicles, I’m not sure which one is right.”

“Very good. Actually, either word is correct. Testes and testicles are synonymous and refer to Ken’s reproductive organs. They are responsible for producing and storing sperm cells, which are essential for reproduction. When a boy has matured, they also secrete a hormone called testosterone. We’ll learn more about that later this week, but testosterone helps boys grow.”

“Ken doesn’t have any testosterone yet, Mrs. Parker,” Cece said without being called on. “The doctor said that he is just a child, like the boys in our class.”

I saw various reactions among the students. Girls seemed to understand, while the boys looked more confused.

“He might not have gone far down the road in terms of development, but he does have testosterone,” Mrs. Parker responded. “It just hasn’t completed its job. But in terms of height, Ken is growing.”

Mrs. Parker moved me to a corner of the room and dimmed the lights. Then she pressed a button and I felt heat on the back of my balls as a bright light shined on them from the back.

“Now here, with the light on, you can see Ken’s testes, which might also be called testicles.”

I looked down and could see the two oblong shapes inside my sack.

“The testes are these oval-shaped things, and they are covered by something called the tunica albuginea. The sack that supports them helps regulate temperature for sperm production. If you look closely…”

I could see that every kid in the room was already looking closely.

“… you can just barely see the seminiferous tubules, where the sperm cells are produced. Also, not visible to the naked eye, are the interstitial cells, which secrete the testosterone.”

The light was turned off, which I was thankful for as it was starting to get uncomfortably warm on the back of my balls. Mrs. Parker pushed me to the front of her desk and told me to stand facing it with my legs spread wide. Then she had me lean over the desk. Laughter rose in the class and I heard one boy whisper loudly that he could see my butt hole.

Mrs. Parker ignored the boy and the laughter and continued with her lesson.

“Now, here are Ken’s buttocks, these two rounded humps.” Her hand passed over each side, causing me to shiver slightly.

“They contain special fat cells and the gluteus maximus and gluteus medius muscles, which are the largest muscles in the human body. These allow standing and are used in walking. The fat cells around the muscles offer protection against injury, but still allow for the infliction of pain, such as during corporal punishment, as I’m sure Ken can attest to.

“Does that mean he was spanked?” a boy asked.

“You’ll learn more about the Birthday Month process next year, but yes, Michael.”

Then I felt her pull my butt cheeks apart, getting more laughter from the kids as she did so.

“And here, as Steve so rudely and incorrectly pointed out, is Ken’s anus. This red circle marks the end of his large intestine, the last four centimeters of it. It is designed to open to the outside to let your poop come out. Ring-like muscles called sphincters surround it and keep it closed, like it is now, until they are activated. When your rectum is full, nerves trigger the urge to have a bowel movement. That causes your sphincter to relax.”

“Okay, Ken, you did good. You can rise and face the class again.”

I couldn’t imagine a worse thing to happen to me. But I quickly learned that class wasn’t over yet.

“Now, there are many girls in here, so it is okay for you to masturbate. We need to get as much of your sperm as possible so that the students can break into pairs and look at it under a microscope.”

She produced some wax paper and moved behind me. She reached around and held it under my dick. “Go ahead and masturbate.”

She said it as if it was normal to jack off in front of a classroom full of pre-teens. But I knew that behind her simple request was a threat of punishment for disobeying a authorized order from an adult. And that could, and probably would, result in adding days or even weeks to my Birthday Month ceremony.

“We won’t see any sperms, Mrs. Parker,” Cece said, interrupting my thoughts. “The doctor said he’s still a child and he doesn’t make any.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you are wrong about that,” Mrs. Parker said. “He makes some, I’m positive about that. They may not have much testosterone, maybe not as much as other boys his age, but he will produce sperm cells.” She patted me on the shoulder and told me to get started.

It was surreal. 14 kids, all a year or so younger than me, eagerly watching. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to look at them and thought of better times. When the orgasm started, there were cheers and laughter. Mrs. Parker caught most of it on her sheet of wax paper and put it on her desk.

“Okay, everyone team up. Get a sample onto a glass tray and then look at it under one of the microscopes.

When I’d last been in this room, we used the microscopes on the long desk against the back wall to look at samples she’d brought. None of them contained sperm. I’d never seen it. But now, almost a score of kids were examining mine.

Mrs. Parker worked her way down the groups of kids, asking them questions and explaining what they were seeing. Finally, she had them move back to their seats.

“Okay everyone, thank Ken Johnson for helping learn more than what is in the text book. He has to go to Mr. Emerson’s class now and do the same.”

She escorted me by the hand to the door. “My jock, uh athletic supporter,” I said.

“It’s fine, you don’t need it until you’re done. Mr. Emerson is in room 110.” She opened the door, and naked as can be, I stepped into the hallway.

I went two doors down the hall and just before entering, the door opened and kids came running out. Most stopped and looked at me.

“Keep going if you need to use the bathroom,” Mr. Emerson said. “Ken will be in the room when you get back.”

It was a similar performance in his room, except that he asked me to touch and name my parts. He didn’t include my backside.

As the kids were looking at my sperm through the microscopes, he told me I was done and should return to my school. I had to go back to Mrs. Parker’s room, where once again the kids were happy to have a naked boy in front of them. She handed me my jock strap. I didn’t bother to put it on, knowing that as soon as I was outside it would have to come off.

At lunch, I told Reed what to expect. He looked sick. And when I saw him in gym at the end of the school day, he still looked shocked.

That evening as I was helping Mom clean the kitchen, the phone rang. From the part of the conversation I could hear I knew she was talking to Principal Rose.

When she ended the call, she told me that some bit of confusion resulted in what the kids learned at Gardner Elementary yesterday and that Reed and I were to go straight there tomorrow morning.

“What kind of confusion?” I asked.

“He wasn’t very specific. I’m not sure he really understood it himself. He did emphasize that neither of you were in any kind of trouble. Don’t fret about it, you’ll have your answer in the morning.

I asked Cece if she knew anything.

“Well, your sperm looked the same as Reed’s. Yet Mrs. Parker said you were a Tanner 2 and that he’s a Tanner 3. You both looked the same to a lot of the students. I think it has something to do with that.”

If we looked the same, then why was I picked as a Tanner 2? Maybe the doctor made a mistake and I really was a Tanner 3. I began to have hope that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t still be a Birthday Boy all of next month or longer.

Emma was happy to walk to school in the company of her big brother and Reed. We were famous now at her school, and of course, we were both naked except for footwear. When we got to the door, we both paused to put on our jockstraps, but the principal came to us and said that they weren’t necessary, that we’d be naked during our time here anyway.

Neither of us felt comfortable being in school totally naked around kids as young as six. Instead of being sent to Mrs. Parker’s room we were told to go to the auditorium.

As we entered, on the stage I saw large posters of drawings of naked boys and girls, ordered by Tanner stages. Descriptions of each stage were written to the sides. I looked at the drawing of a Tanner 2 boy and saw that he had just short hairs splattered around his penis. In the next drawing the boy had darker and longer hairs and they covered the skin. I could see the difference between what I’d looked like on October 1st compared to Reed.

I looked at the drawings of the girls, and wondered which one represented Cece.

“Oh, good, you’re here,” Mrs. Parker said. She and Mr. Emerson were both coming in. “There was a bit of confusion as the kids couldn’t understand the difference between you two. Now we have these posters, and that will help. We’ll have the combined morning and afternoon kids all in here and let them see the two of you together.”

“But they removed all of our pubic hair right after the physical,” Reed explained. “We both look alike now.”

“And that is part of the confusion,” Mr. Emerson said. “But we’ll ask you to each point to one of the drawings that shows what you looked like before your pubes were removed.”

“And, you don’t look the same anyway. As a Tanner 3, it is obvious looking at the two of you side-by-side that his equipment if larger than yours.”

I felt like I might faint. Not only was my hope that the doctor had incorrectly classified me as a Tanner 2 smashed, now I had a teacher who was going to point out that Reed was bigger than me. There had been 14 kids in Mrs. Parker’s morning class, and 12 in Mr. Emersons. Assuming the afternoon classes that Reed had covered had about the same numbers, that would mean doing it in front of around 50 kids a year younger than me.

“They gave your sizes as part of your physical,” Mr. Emerson said. “And we have those numbers. Do you remember them? We’d rather have you two describe the differences than us.”

“Uh, I think I was like five inches,” Reed said.

Mr. Emerson pulled out a paper. “Close. Yours was four and seven-eighths inches long and one inch in diameter hard. Ken was four and three-eighths inches long and three quarters of an inch wide. Your flaccid sizes were different too, two and three-quarters compared to two and a half for Ken.”

“I don’t want to say those numbers to all the kids,” I stated.

“You don’t need to be ashamed. You’re not tiny. Just not as big as Reed, even though you’re a few weeks older than him.”

“And it will have more meaning coming from your mouth than ours,” Mrs. Parker said. I couldn’t imagine how she could believe that. “We’re not asking, we’re telling you to answer the kid’s questions.”

Now that she had said that, I knew my choices were limited and the wrong one would come with a penalty price to pay.

“The kids should start arriving here right after the first bell rings. We’ll direct them to have seats and then you two can take charge. Show them the diagram and point to the image that matched yours and explain the physical. Then ask for questions.”

“This sucks,” I said as they both left us standing there naked on the stage.

“Yeah, I can see why you’re worried. We aren’t that different.”

“I don’t want to give my size. What if some of the boys here are bigger than me?”

“Some probably will be. Who cares? Carl was a lot bigger than me.”

I could see that I wasn’t making my point. Rather than try harder, I stood there, dreading how this was going to go. Kids began pouring into the room, and many of them moved to the edge of the stage to look closely at the posters. And then to me and Reed.

As their teachers told them to take seats, I noticed one change from normal. Everyone wanted a seat up front. Nobody was headed for the back rows.

“Welcome Gardner Elementary sixth grade students,” Mrs. Parker said loudly, cutting off the conversations the kids were having. “As you can see, I brought back the two Birth Month boys who were with us yesterday so that we can explain some of the confusion many of you had. Please welcome Ken Johnson and reed Anderson.”

Some clapping occurred, and she accepted it. “Boys, why don’t you start by describing the physical exam and the results, using the posters and the data that was obtained. Ken, you go first.”

I was gripped with fear. Public speaking to 80 kids while naked. “I, uh, looked like this,” I said, pointing to the proper boy on the poster. I had hair, but just short ones scattered around like shown here.”

“Where did they go?” a boy asked. “You don’t have any now. Neither does Reed.”

“They, uh, girls, used a cream that removes the hairs,” I began.

“What girls?” That question pissed me off because it came from Cece.

“Uh, you. And Gale. And Reed’s sister did him.” That got a lot of laughter and Mr. Emerson stepped forward to end it.

“How long does it take to grow back?” another boy asked.

“I don’t know. They use it again every two weeks, so I guess maybe about that long.” I waited for another question, but when none was asked, I looked at Mrs. Parker, who nodded.

“Uh, on the first day of our birthday month, we get a physical. A special one, not one like I get every year from my family doctor. At this one, he measures, uh, things…”

“What things?” Mrs. Parker asked. I suddenly realized she was enjoying this.

“Uh, like our penis. Both when it was hard, and when it was soft. Mine was four and three-quarters long when hard, and three-quarters of an inch in diameter. And they used some special kind of tool to measure our balls…”

“Proper names, please,” Mrs. Parker instructed.

“… Uh, our testicles.” I looked at Reed, hoping I was done. He stepped forward.

“I looked like this,” he began, pointing to the boy in the Tanner Stage 3 drawing. “I had real pubic hair. Darker and thicker than what Ken had. And I was bigger too. My penis was just under 5 inches long and was an inch wide when hard.”

I expected Mr. Emerson to correct him and make him give the actual measurement, but he didn’t. I knew that every kid there was going to remember that his dick was five inches long, not almost five.

“Even when soft, mine was bigger than Ken’s.” He didn’t give the number. His was only a quarter inch longer than mine, but all the kids would remember was that he was bigger. I was getting a bit pissed at my best friend.

“So, using all of this, it was determined that Ken was a Tanner 2 and I was a Tanner 3. There was another boy there who was bigger than me. Some of you probably know him, Carl Nixon. He was a Tanner 4.”

“How big was his dick?” a girl asked. Mrs. Parker didn’t prod her to use the correct word.

“You’d have to ask him,” Reed answered.

“What’s it like jack…” the boy saw Mrs. Parker start to step forward and corrected himself. “What is it like to masturbate with a girl watching?”

“Hard, very hard,” Reed said.

“How many girls have watched you do it?” a girl asked. “Both of you.”

Reed went first. “I didn’t keep count. I had to do it yesterday in front of all of the girls in the afternoon class, and I’ve done it other times as well.”

“Same for me,” I said. “I haven’t kept count.”

I saw Cece nudge the girl sitting next to her and the girl stood.

“I heard that you are going to be part of the Birthday Boy meeting every month for the whole school year. Is that true, and if so, why?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It is a punishment.”

“Punishment for what?”

“He doesn’t…” Mr. Emerson began, but Mrs. Parker overrode him. “Answer the question, Ken.”

I looked at Mr. Emerson, hoping he would stand up for me, but he didn’t. “I used the F word. And I refused to do something my sister told me to do.” I saw everyone look at Cece. “Not Cece, my other sister, Gale.”

That raised a large number of questions, but this time Mrs. Parker told the kids to move on.

There weren’t many more, and the ones that were asked were either easy to answer or were things we weren’t supposed to talk about. The two teachers dismissed me and Reed and took our places on the center of the stage, where I could hear them discussing the posters and the changes that would occur in the kid’s bodies. We hurried out.

Now I had to walk all the way to our school next to my former friend. The one who’d made himself out to be big and me tiny.

“You’re pissed at me,” he said. “I don’t blame you. Let’s cut over here.” He pointed to a cemetery.

“I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but I’m not going in there,” I said.

“I’m planning on sucking your dick. Maybe twice. I owe you. I shouldn’t have said things the way I did to those kids. I’m sorry.”

He kept moving towards the gate to the cemetery. I wondered if he was really sorry or if this was a trick. He must have read my mind.

“This isn’t a trick. I’m going to offer to suck you off, but I don’t want to do it out here in the open. We’ve got plenty of time, there was no schedule for that shit at Gardner Elementary.”

I followed. He was serious. We got behind a building and he got on his knees. “I’ll do it. And a good one. Then, if you can get ready for a second one quick enough, I’ll do it again.”

We’d been friends for almost all of our lives. “I, uh, yeah, you pissed me off. But you don’t have to do this. I accept the apology.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. We’re friends, and I pissed you off by making myself look bigger. I’ll do it. I owe you. Don’t say no to my offer.”

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m going to let you do it,” I said. I wanted it, a lot. But I wanted to part as friends even more and I was worried this might be the end of it. But he didn’t rise.

I stepped forward. He got started immediately. He must have read the guide on how to give one, because it was fantastic. I shot in record time. He spit it out, and that didn’t bother me.

“How long before you’re ready for another one?” he asked.

I wanted another. But I wanted a friend even more. “It will take until you piss me off again,” I said. “Get up and let’s go to school before someone sees us and reports us.”

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You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose...but you can't pick your friend's nose. However, you can suck his dick and vice versa.
This is such a different world you have created here.

Are schoolgirls going to jerk the boys off? Or are you staying beyond the traditional and typical storylines?